Kids

I was sharing a song from 1928. I emphasized how long ago that was— Almost 100 years! I didn’t put the clip on full screen because there wasn’t anything special to watch. The kids could see the video information. “That was posted in 2014! Wow! That’s a long time ago!” I read in the chat box. “I was 2. OMG.” I laughed. Kids have little to no concept of time. I was standing on car duty, Taking temperatures and asking about Covid symptoms, But not opening car doors. I didn’t tend her car because I was with someone else, But I heard her as she exclaimed: “Hi, everyone! I’mmmmm Mia!” I saw her, too—arms opening in the air with a confident flourish, like Ta-da! I’m here! I laughed. Kids have little to no concept of modesty or shame. Kids are not born stressed out with no time. Kids are not made to hate and commit crimes. Kids learn what we teach them, whether good or bad. Kids learn what they are shown, whether happy or sad. I was talking to a student this morning, Trying to get her to put her head through the rolled-down window Because I can’t reach into cars. She didn’t respond. She looked off in the distance. “She’s got special needs,” I thought. But I followed as she happily went with the crowd All the way to her room. I smiled. Kids have little to no problem with resilience and trust. May we be worthy of their trust, Their boldness, And their innocence. Always. Amen.